Except I’m Not Perky

Remember that Perky Cheerleader in Heathers trying to get the crowd pumped up and everyone just stares at her? Sometimes I feel like that cheerleader.

I’ve been trying to get people involved in politics for years. In college, I’d circulate keg parties with petitions and bum everyone out. Well, not everyone. Goths loved me. I used to protest a power plant in Largo and pelt passersby with: “We’re all Down Wind!” only to incur spitballs and sexual harrassment. Homeless people in Harvard Square tolerated my presence for “Get Out the Vote” initiatives because I gave them free donuts. Today I try to motivate students who would rather eat that which comes out of their noses.

In other words, apathy is nothing new. However, with all the complaining and eye-rolling from liberal types nowadays, you’d think a few would get off their slowly-spreading asses and do something.

Not so much.

I’m done sending out emails to which only a few respond with something other than silence. Instead, I will post upcoming gatherings and information here because all two of you lovely readers actually give feedback. In the form of an affirmative shout-out or argument, I can always count on you to give it to me good. Of course, you don’t have to get off your ass to type a quick email or comment…but it’s a start.

***UPCOMING EVENT***

A spaghetti dinner for Jim Davis at the West Tampa Convention Center is a week from tonight on November 10th. Respond here if you plan to attend. Or email me and I'll reserve a ticket in your name. Enjoy inexpensive pasta, learn more about our future governor, and wish your favorite >frizzy-haired pinko a happy birthday.

I might need a drink afterward to help cushion the blow of being middle-aged. Be there or be square.